Letras
That's exactly how a beat is supposed to sound
Yeah
HB on the chop
Chop suey the sample
Too solid, it's no fluff on it
Treat the beat like pavement, I walk, skate and I run on it
They movin' see-through
I'm in a Glasshouse, Chevy low when I creep through
My style P but I pick the locks like Sheek Louch
I wanna know why like Jada did
Why you takin' credit when you didn't have a hand in creatin' it?
I was gon' kill him dead but I deaded that
The day I heard these lil' ass niggas lightweight doin' heavy smack
I used to turn a blind eye to certain energy
Now I'm lookin' through my third eye and I could clearly see
I'm zoomed in on the bullseye, hold on tight
'Cause this life, it get wild as a bull ride
I used to sit shotgun next to my relly
Them areas were sketchy, we was all fearin' what changed
Saying, "We gotta make it out by any means necessary"
Instead of sayin', "I'm on go, I'd rather go legendary"
It's not about the surroundings, there's somethin' inside
That kept tellin' me, "Boy, just keep goin', hug on the grind
'Til somethin' align"
I could've fell and been a usual thug
Instead I'm takin' care of my family and gettin' groupie love
On some G-Unit (right), what's done is done (yep)
Reggie would've said, "Love is love" (uh-huh)
It's no fluff on it
Treat the beat like pavement, walk, skate and I run on it
I used to listen to Christopher Martin
Analyze, try to pick it apart, that's how I get it started
Mind blowing, exactly how a beat should sound
Something delicious that I could wrap my teeth around
We pray to God every time that I drop the needle down
Couldn't finesse the compression, I blew the speakers out
The future was bright, nothing was certain
Moves precise like cuts from a surgeon
Murda Muzik was banging out the truck door
Before "We Gon' Make It", had the whole New York in a uproar (before that)
Plate was full, couldn't even fill my cup more